Debbie squealed and spun around. That was the end of the dance for me, because she laughed and hugged naked guy. She kept dancing, but was facing him now. He nodded and laughed at something she said and he danced close for a couple seconds. His “nose” again speared between my wife’s legs, but this time from the front. She burst out laughing and grabbed his shoulders to hang on. He grabbed her hips and just started pumping his nose back and forth between her thighs. It had to be rubbing her panties. She laughed harder.
What a prick. Maybe he could have asked me before he dry-fucks my wife in front of two hundred people? And did she have to look like it was a load of fun for her?
I left the dance floor to get another drink. Tonight was just peachy; maybe the IRS would serve me with an audit to top it all off. Near the bar, I ran into the only other couple I knew there, Rick and Katy. Rick was a boisterous back-slapper who had little respect for anyone. Katy was an earnest brunette with one of those Egyptian cuts. I always had the impression she was intensely considering something. Rick was dressed as a sultan, and Katy as a sexy bride. Her white dress was as short as Debbie’s. I’m sure if I watched Katy, I’d see the flash of her white panties. Her garters, white stockings and short white veil were the antithesis of Debbie’s costume.
Rick glanced at me and shrugged me off. He wandered away, leaving his wife there talking to me.
“I don’t know why I come to these,” she said.
“Me either. Debbie doesn’t need me here.” I pointed to her on the dance floor. She was still getting teased by elephant nose.
“Maybe if we worked here, it would be different,” she squinted around at the people.
I snorted. “Well, of course it would. Maybe then it would be me getting away with sticking my penis in between dancers legs.”
“What?” She blinked at me.
I pointed to the dance floor again. “See him?”
Katy nodded.
“He poked his erection between the legs of every female dancer out there, including my wife.”
“Oh, yes. He’s the Lead Project Manager. Rick’s told me about him.” Katy folded her arms in a self-hug.
“How many of these have you come to?” I asked.
“This is my third. Everyone uses it as an excuse to flirt.”
I took it that she meant Rick. But he flirted with everyone. Then again, she might have been right. I looked around the room and started studying the people. I didn’t know who was who and who was attached, but there did seem to be a lot of close contact and flirting going on. I glimpsed my wife on the dance floor and strained to see her. She was dancing with some other guy now.
Katy and I had nothing else to do, so we talked while our spouses circulated. Debbie would come and go, collecting a drink each time. After her fifth drink, we noted that her dress was getting disheveled. I pulled Debbie close and told her that maybe we should go. I didn’t want her doing anything she would regret.
“Who the hell do you think you are?” Debbie demanded of me.
“Huh?” She never talked to me like this.